Mar 9


Hope is as light as a balloon on the end of a string, delicate as an autumn leaf pressed inside a book, as precious as a smile.

Hope is what moves our legs and arms forward, walking through one second to the next, to the next, to the next.

Maybe that is just one of the reasons why we don’t know everything, why we aren’t meant to know everything. Because it isn’t knowing or having the answer or having those dreams finally come true that keeps us moving, walking, dreaming, loving…it is that delicate, beautiful word called hope that we had along the way.

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